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throat closed. Rico and Gian stood at the bar with Skye between them, bodies touching and so obviously a threesome her throat burned.
    How did he accept this? How could he want it?
    Skye laughed and leaned forward. Light caught on her necklace, turning it into a hypnotist’s medallion.
    It spun, peeling away a mental barrier erected and left in childhood so the threesome was suddenly bathed in deep red, raw passion and blood.
    Cia stumbled, righted herself. No! No! This stopped when I was ten.
    She shook her head. But instead of diminish the color, it spread so that everyone around her was lined with it.
    No! I don’t want this in my life.
    She barreled through the crush of bodies, escaped into night air and sanity to find the kids outside Fangs captured in monochrome rather than vibrant color.
    They glanced hopefully at the bouncer, as if her leaving meant one of them would be allowed inside.
    She headed toward her car, desperate for distance and distraction, only her thoughts returned to the threesome at the bar.
    Was that part of Skye’s appeal? That she was okay with the men in her life doing each other?
    No. Cia couldn’t picture Rico and Gian together that way.
    Images of Terach and his lover returned. The eroticism of what they’d been doing heated her skin and plumped her labia.
    Join us.
    Her steps quickened.
    I need to get out of here. Not just away from Fangs, but away from Las Vegas.
    She needed to put distance between her and Terach, between her and Rico. She needed to give herself time to get over the shooting; that’s why she was so messed up.
    “Cia! Wait!”
    Because it was Rico, she stopped, her muscles rigid when he reached her. A slight turn of her head and she released held breath at seeing him haloed only by night sky.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    She laughed, and even to her it sounded shaky. “I’ll get back to you on that.”
    “You want to talk?”
    “No.” Yes, but you’re taken and we’ve already argued about Skye and this place. “I have to go. I’m heading out of town as soon as I clear it.”
    “Does Terach know?”
    He might as well have slapped her.
    “It’s none of his business. It’s none of yours.”
    She fled. Dry eyed until she was in her car and rushing away from Fangs.
    I’m a mess.
    She scrubbed the tears with the back of her forearm. Rico was probably heading straight to Terach’s room. Wouldn’t he get an eyeful if he walked in the same way she had?
    She grasped the medallion through the material of her shirt. Why didn’t she want to rip it off her neck and throw it out the window? Wasn’t that the way she should feel?
    Join us.
    Her pulse rampaged. Where could she go to get her head straight?
    Think. Think. Think.
    Ventura.
    That destination arrived as her car rocked to a stop at the station. She had enough in her emergency fund to cover a motel stay, but chances were good Tessa would put her up. Even better, maybe she’d put her to work, in an unofficial capacity. Except for the bodies, private eye work wasn’t that much different than being a homicide detective.
    Calm settled inside Cia, the first she’d felt in days.
    California here I come.
    And when she returned to Las Vegas, things would be back to normal.
    She would be back to normal.
    * * *
    Ecstasy. Exquisite sensation.
    Terach moaned, sliding deeper into Israel’s ass.
    Muscles strained to control movement, to savor the taking with Israel’s hardened cock pressed to his abdomen.
    The more he had this, the more he craved it.
    A shudder of pleasure coursed through him.
    The only thing that would make it better would be Cia’s presence in the bed.
    She had to accept openly what he knew to be true. This aroused her.
    Rough hands drew him down for a kiss. Israel’s tongue plunged into his mouth in carnal enticement.
    Slow thrusts became impossible, unbearable.
    He quickened, delving deeper, harder. The rub of Israel’s cock against his abdomen inflaming him, stirring dominant, possessive urges.